bitch rant. bitch.
Wednesday, May 16, 2007
I raise my finger, in anticipation of the next flash of light and frozen time. I slightly turn the onyx casing encircling, and a glare shines through for a moment, and loses all luminescence as quick as it had come. Ah, my left hand shakes from too much strain on the wrist. I change my hand positions and shake the weakened one to circulate some blood into it. There, much better. I swap the hands back to their original positions, and focus a little more on the little yellow box on the middle. Focus, focus. Good. There's a nice shot, take it. Three, two, one, click. Meh, it's all blurry and washed up. Try again. Three, two, one, click. The flash didn't go off. Maybe it's the lighting? No? See, it's on "auto", put it on "M". Yeah, there. Okay, one more. Three, two, one, click. Hey, you didn't look, nyao~ron. Meep.
When in experiencing a near-death experience, don't flash your life before you, jump, run, or just get the hell out of danger's way.
smiled at the sun again @ 11:25 PM,
